October 8th, 2003

Wedding day

Is it really only Wednesday?

This has been a pretty hellish week, in terms of being busy, and it's only Wednesday.

On Monday, the amount of time I had to do honest-to-goodness work was halved by the fact that I suddenly had to look up around 350 zip codes, slap them into a mail merge, print and sign 350 letters, and stuff them into envelopes.

Incidentally, there are somewhere in the ballpark of 315 restaurants in Madison.

Yesterday I got caught up early in the morning, and was happily screwing around at my desk when the news hit.

One of my coworkers and I have to plan an entire United Way Kickoff meeting before October 15th (since that's when we have to have it). That's one week from today, folks. We're not at all prepared for this, since all of our printer materials suggest having our Kickoff during the week of the 27th. For those who have never been to one of these meetings or who have been but never really considered what it entails, let me break it down for you:


  • We need to provide refreshments to the attendees (this is really not a problem).

  • We need to schmooze at least one person from an agency funded by the United Way into coming in to discuss what the United Way does for them. This person needs to be from an agency people actually *care* about.

  • We need to convince the company President to speak at the meeting.

  • I'm going to need to give a couple of speeches, including:

    • Opening remarks

    • Banter between speakers

    • Request that people pledge money


  • We need to make this whole thing fun and entertaining.

  • And (in case you hadn't noticed above) we need to ask people for money.



We're working on being witty, but we can't be too witty, because then we risk being "irreverent." Those who don't understand why this is a problem have probably never had to compose a memo for corporate consumption ("in the future you might want to avoid using pop culture icons such as Scooby-Doo and Shaggy, who promote the use of marijuana and barbiturates."). This is a problem since the introduction I've written is damn near brilliant, but it hinges on the word "suckjob."

In other news, I was over at Jess & Lantry's house on Monday night, and they loaned me a tape of a now-defunct local band called Swamp Thing. I had just glanced at the back of the tape and thought I saw the title "Bill and the Radiator." Well, having looked again, none of the songs on the tape have titles even remotely close to that. Either way, yesterday at work I started composing a piece called Bill and the Radiator, since I like the title. It has a weird sorta Yiddish jazz-meets-the-soundtrack-from-Castlevania thing going on. I'm pretty happy with it.
  • Current Music
    Meat Puppets -- Too High to Die
Wedding day

I'll take my temple massage now.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

I am at peace with myself and my world. For the moment, anyway.

I had my evening all planned out. I was going to come home, order a pizza and watch some awful horror movie. Perhaps The House on Haunted Hill or Chuck Russell's claw-your-eyes-out stupid remake of The Blob. I was also going to get a bunch of little miscellaneous tasks finished which are too numerous and banal to list here.

My plans were disrupted. First, I ended up having to stay late at work. Next, I came home and opened the fridge only to realize that I have vegetables that need to be dealt with or I'll have to throw them away soon. No biggie. I did a quick inventory of what needed to be used up, and decided to make soup.

Peanut chicken stew, to be exact.

It's exquisite, or it will be once it's finished. In a couple of minutes, I'll have to go downstairs and add a few more ingredients. It'll be done by 7:00. My crappy movie will be in the DVD player by 7:30. I have a load of whites in the washer, and while I'm waiting for the soup to cool, I'll change out of these clothes so I can wash all my khakis. In the meantime-- oh, wait. There's Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. I haven't watched the director's commentary yet. Decisions, decisions.

Uh, where was I? Who cares? I'm doing okay. I am fiiiiiiiiiine (that's a good "fiiiiiiiiiine," not a sarcastic "fiiiiiiiiiine,"). This is the first week night I've had in more than a month where I'm absolutely not obligated to do anything. I'm finishing off that black olive hummus I made for work last week (nobody at work will even touch hummus. I only make it so I can eat the leftovers), and listening to Ween.

Occasionally, life is very, very good.

Very good indeed.
  • Current Music
    Ween -- Roses are Free